I saw myself stained
From head to toe
And my robe was torn in several places
Sight that would gladden any foe
I saw myself walking
Head bowed, almost ashamed
My handsomeness was taken away
I didn’t even want to be named
But you saw my stains
As golden embroidery
And my shreds as damask lace
Because you saw me in love’s glory
So I look myself through your eyes
And I long to see myself always in your love’s eye
For in your eyes I’m always at my best
I see myself through your love’s eyes.
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